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Wild Flowers

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Blindly they entertwined
around an old stump

deeply rooted
and not yet ready to degrade

they clung tightly
to the shrill memory of life

and then they were plucked
from the soil by bare hands

still soft enough
to distinguish petals

to whisper sweetly
he loves me not.





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